her fingertips melted me for the first time in an alley
the stars spied on us from above
they were the only ones who knew of her sins.
they were the only ones who saw me liquify as you ran your rose colored nails
down my barely clothed back
they watched your tongue wrap around mine
strangle me
strangle my heart
a snake ready to consume my beating organ
the stars were the only ones who saw
you
and me
and your sins
and my beating heart sitting in your palm
before you walked away
the sound of your heels hitting the cracked concrete sat still in my ears after
and the stars watched.
YOU ARE READING
metanoia
PoetryM E T A N O I A (n.) : the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life this is my first poetry book, and because this book is not completed yet they are very unorganized. when i'm finished the book will be rearranged. all poetry is...
